It was dusk, my friends and I were playing in our front yard. Across the street,one house down, was the Church, which sat vacant for years. We respected the property and always felt good while we played around the Church. It was a smaller wood and concrete structure with many beautiful windows. Well, the top window faced our area, and we saw a man standing with his hands on the inside sill, dressed in a pinstriped high collar shirt, with round glasses on. I said to my friends, who is that man at the top window of the Church? We waved to him. He faded away. It sent chills down my spine. We were pretty sure he was a Preacher who possibly lived and died in that Church, because there was a living area and a big kitchen in the basement of the Church.